Edward Ficklin, artist

Hello, darlings, how are you?

Spoiler warning: I give away some plots points from Marvel Studios' Thunderbolts* (2025).

Hello, darlings.

Hello, darlings, how are you?

Hello, darlings.

In my quest to become more philosophical—given the times we find ourselves in—I was recently introduced to the term “posthumanism”.

If you’ve been hanging around these parts for any length of you, you’ll have noticed that I love (and create) weird sci-fi.

Hello, darlings, looking fabulous as always.

Not too long ago I got the chance to see the musical Cabaret on Broadway starring the delightful Orville Peck as the Emcee.

Over the past few weeks I’ve been watching the second season of the Star Wars series Andor.

You may remember a few months ago I wrote about the eery and thought-provoking Three-Body Problem series of books.

I'm thrilled to have two paintings included in the latest volume of the International Human Rights Arts Movement journal.

Amidst the banter of an online discussion group for artists, one mod threw out an interesting little prompt (as she’s wont to do from time to time): Have you ever noticed how the materials we choose shape not only our work but also the way we think and the

As I put the finishing touches on the next installments in both of my ongoing comic sagas (Pleasure Moons and Taking Flight), I’ve been thinking about coexistence and cooperation.

Darlings, I thought we’d start the new year with a recommended read.

You’ve no doubt noticed the proliferation of the letters “A” and “I” in all sorts of contexts—warranted and otherwise.

A change in season and change in scenery often produces thoughts of a philosophical nature.

A sporadic, but always welcome, addition to my inbox are the missives from the delightful Adam Rowe about his quixotic and singular passion: retro sci-fi art.

Alright, darlings, let's get busy with some feisty political talk—and, true to form, a big fat complicated book to read!

In the spare moments of repose between day job shenanigans and artistic exploits, I’ve nearly finished a recent biography of John Singer Sargent called The Grand Affair.

Hello, darlings, how are you?

Nestled at the bottom of a recent morning’s round up of news from the New York Times was a fun little article (gift link) about the still on-going excavation of Pompeii.

One of the most wonderful spring rituals of the NYC area is the New York Botanical Garden’s Orchid Show.

Twisted wood branches in the foreground with an arc of stars in the sky above a dark distant mountain.

Today, I’d like to celebrate that magical, mysterious, sometimes painful, moment of “knowing” a painting is done.

Let's talk about men.

If your ideas of Buddhism derive primarily from the monastic traditions or the blissed-out and commodified western misinterpretations, then the description “engaged” might surprise you a bit.

Buddhism and the erotic is not a combination you come across everyday.

I have from time to time waxed eloquent (I hope) about my fixations with warrior imagery and hyper-gay hyper-masculinity.

I recently had the honor of participating in a group show dedicated to smut.

A beefcake bonanza Today I'd like to take you, darling, on a journey through some gay erotic surrealism.

Blaise.

Why the human figure?

We can all agree that social media is a currently a mess.

A new series of small paintings As Shakyamuni Buddha sat under the bodhi tree on the night of his enlightenment, the demon Mara and his hordes attacked him with scores and scores of arrows.

If you haven't read the lovely book Never Say You Can’t Survive by Charlie Jane Anders, I suggest you do.

The word “office” wears a lot of outfits.

Sitting in a circle at the end of a very intense 10-day workshop, our yoda-in-residence offered one final, very intriguing insight.

Your physique is not a product, or even a goal, it's a process.

I have written, and said a few times, semi-earnestly "don't make characters straight unless you have to"—or words to that effect.

Some recent reading of Kickstarted goodies got me thinking about muscles.

The cover, of course!

For all you process geeks out there, I'm opening the studio up for a little virtual tour.

You may have noticed, if you've wandered around this site before landing here, that I am given to an exaggeration of muscularity in my depiction of the male figure.

In order to encourage inclusivity and a sense of belonging, the company I work for hosts an informal zoom call once a month where individuals give short presentations about passion projects outside of work.

Life outside the studio may be on hold, but the art-making continues.

A little book filled with big...

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